I am not your usual Catholic: I sit right in the front. Sometime during Lent I was struck with a calling to pray for each person receiving communion. I have been doing it since, for a little over a month or so.
The prayer is quite simple; it’s: God Bless You.
The urge to pray this came on a day when I wasn’t feeling all that charitable. I couldn’t tell you exactly what happened, but it must have been something involving one of our twins, some stupid little fight that could have just as easily been avoided. But there it was, me in a grumpy mood at Mass. So, Holy Spirit thinks: “Let’s get her to say a prayer of blessing for each person at communion. Yeah, that’s the ticket!” At first I thought no, it’s stupid. But I am trying to stretch my spiritual comfort zone. One of the reasons I wanted to go to daily Mass as part of my Lenten promises. I thought, OK, why not.
That first time I was just going through the motions, and I am sure I did it with silent clenched teeth. I am not so sure how much of a blessing I was actually giving others.
Now, it’s becoming easier to do, and I imagine that if I were to forget it would feel “odd”. If you are ever at Saint Mary’s Cathedral in Lansing, Michigan for 12:05 daily Mass, and you see a woman in the front pew, that’s me, and I will be praying for you. Just please return the favour and pray for me.